Our Gods of Flesh

The week gone past was a big week in more ways than one. The BPO industry was shaken by the question of safety and security of employees, Shiv Sena saw the end of an era and the Indian squad walked all over the Lankans even as Ganguly was disgracefully ousted. However the news item that seemed to have taken center stage amongst all this was the return of Amitabh Bachchan from hospital after a grueling 20 day battle with illness.

In the past 20 days I have heard it said more than often that the Indian media has gone berserk with the coverage of AB’s illness. And in the midst of wondering if that indeed was the case, I would often find myself also wondering if there was any change in Mr. Bachchan’s condition. None of us who hold ourselves above such mass-hysteria generating matters would admit it, even to ourselves, but I am certain most of us did have that fleeting moment of concern and apprehension when we heard about Mr. Bachchan’s hospitalization. Probably not because we looked at him as our hero or god as was spouted by the multitude of TV channels. No - we deem ourselves to have been educated out of such tripe. But the passing anxiety was simply because he is who he is – Amitabh Bachchan.

By the time I was old enough to differentiate between the hero and the villain in cinema, Mr. Bachchan was well past his first innings in Bollywood. So I did not grow up idolizing him. Intermittently I watched some old movies of his and I liked them. But I never got the opportunity to experience the rage that he was in the 70’s and 80’s. And when he made his comeback in the new millennium and I witnessed the emotions he managed to generate in the Indian public, I was amazed yet delighted. For at the end of the day he is an entertainer – and he is good at his work. Well deserved success is a heady feeling not just for the receiver but also for those able to appreciate him. He redefined the Indian hero. And the proverbial man on the street latched on to him as his own returning champion.

Amitabh Bachchan is human. He has had his failings – professionally and personally. He has dealt with them as any human would do. He has succeeded at times, and at other times he didn’t quite manage to. And yet he is no longer just an actor in India. He is now an institution. He is an icon of heroism and courage to the millions of people who fight their own little battles every single day of their lives. He brings them hope. He gives them the strength to dream. He lets them see in him what is possible. So understandably it was difficult for so many people to see their hero suddenly collapse and teeter at the edge of life. For they are human too.

These icons of our age, or of any age for that matter, are social requisites in more ways than one. They are crafted and made by us for ourselves. We create them because we need them. Because even the most staunchly religious amongst us need at times a god of flesh and blood to look up to and say to ourselves – as long as he is there, tomorrow might be a better day. And that’s the reason Amitabh Bachchan is not only an entertainer – he is an era. And we have a right to know when he is suffering. So that we can pray to keep our faiths intact.